Studying Abroad

[Emfreak]

Hi everyone, I'm Emma. I know this site through a friend of mine, so I've already got some experience with it. However, I never felt the need to register until today because my friend urged me to. After I told him some stories about when I was younger, he said that I should post them here. At first I wasn't really comfortable to do so, but after he told me that it would be completely anonymous, I thought What the Hell. So here it goes:
I am 35 years old. This story takes place fifteen year ago. At the time, I was studying abroad in Germany and I was living in a really cheap residential home. And I mean "cheap" Aside from an own, people had nothing. I had to share a kitchen and the bathroom with twenty people on the same floor. It was like a hostel, but instead of staying there one night or one week, I was there for a year. It was nothing I was used to, but it turned out to be the best thing ever.
As I said, we had to share one bathroom. The bathroom once consisted of two shower cabins right next to each other, but by the time I arrived, most of that construction was already gone. Both of the doors were missing and the wall which used to separate the cabins was gone as well. Basically, it was one giant shower cabin for to people without doors. The five toilets were mostly intact, except that one of them, again, didn't have a door. Since it was a shared bathroom, the door to it couldn't be locked, either. When I asked why it didn't get repaired, the inhabitants answered that they preferred it the way it was. They found that it strengthened the bond between them, to have absolutely no secrets from one another. After a while I found out that after the first shower door broke off, the other inhabitants deliberately took off the other one as well, as they did with the one toilet door. Those doors were up for display in some of the rooms.
So I, being new and shy, stuck to waking up at 5 AM every morning so that I could take a shower without being seen by everyone who happened to walk into the bathroom. This went on for the first two weeks or so, and needless to say, it was exhausting. And while I was shielded from the inhabitants' looks, nobody could shield me from them; as they were obviously totally comfortable being naked around each other, they didn't even bother to take clothes or anything else besides a towel to the shower and when they were finished, they didn't wrap the towel around their bodies when they went back to their rooms. Some of them even went fully naked into the kitchen, making smalltalk as if it were no big deal. And to them, it probably wasn't, but to me, doubly so. The gender ratio was as fifty-fifty as it can get on a 21-person-floor; There were 10 men and 11 women, me included, all either my age or a little older. I think the oldest one was a 25 year old girl. So after two weeks of living there, I had already seen my fair share of various genitalia.
On my fourteenth day, the others decided that we knew each other well enough now and had become good enough friends, so it was time to finally throw me a "Welcome to Germany"-Party. They joked about it being "clothing optional", but everybody was dressed, thank goodness. I think it was a good party, although I've forgotten a lot of details about it. I remember there being a lot of alcohol involved and two hours in, two guys were swinging their penises to the rhythm of some Queen song. Turned out the "clothing optional"-part of the party wasn't really a joke, but I had great fun anyway. At some point during the evening, I really had to pee, so I went to the bathroom. If you've followed me, you probably know where this is going: Yes, there was only one free bathroom and yes, it was the one without a door. I thought about waiting, but I knew that that would only end in disaster, so I sat down on the public toilet and let go. For a second, I thought that everything was fine, but then the people from the other stalls got out and each looked at me as they left. The three guys and the girl eyed me up and then just went along. That was the first time anybody ever saw me down there without having sex with me and it was embarrassing and thrilling at the same time. When I came back to the party, half of the people were naked and nobody was ashamed. I sat down and watched everybody dance when a naked girl (who would later become my best friend) jumped before my feet and wiggled her boobs in my face. She then took my hands and placed them on her hips and danced a little. She moved her head down to place a kiss on my cheek and then moved away from me, signaling me to join the dancers. I looked around and found a glass full of coke and rum (I think that's what it was) and drowned it. Then I took my top and my bra off and, with my tits on full display, joined the others. For a second I thought I could feel their eyes upon me, but then I realised that they didn't care if I was topless. They just wanted me to be as comfortable as possible. If I was more comfortable with my clothes on, fine, if not, fine as well. Nobody judged me by the form of my boobs or their size or anything. With that epiphany, I removed my skirt, although I couldn't remove my knickers just yet.
We partied the whole night. I woke up in my bed the next morning, and although I had the realisation the night before, I was somewhat surprised to find that I still had my knickers on and that I was alone in my bed. That morning, I went to the bathroom and took a shower. I hadn't thought about the time and was surprised when one of the guys walked in and jumped in the shower next to me. He eyed me up, smiled and then started to make smalltalk. At some point, he even asked me to soap his back. Other people came and went and nobody cared that I was naked, showering with another guy. That's when I realised that this was going to be the best year ever.

And it was only the beginning. If you'd like, I'll post more. I've kept a close journal and it's full of stories.

[McSmoothie]

nice story.

[Emfreak]

Thanks for the feedback, it's appreciated. Let's continue:

It was one week after the party and I had finally come to terms with the way of living in this place. That's when things changed again. First of all, let me tell you a bit more about the place. Besides the bathroom and the kitchen, there was a common room (where parties were held at) and another room at the end of the main corridor that I hadn't noticed before my third week. When I discovered that door, I found it locked, which seemed odd to me since our rooms weren't lockable at all. When I asked one of the girls about the room, she answered that it was intended as a "privacy" room; I didn't get it at first, but then she explained that some times, sex partners weren't really comfortable doing it in an unlocked room where everybody could just walk in. That's what the privacy room was for: Having sex. You gotta give it to the Germans, they account for everything. At first, I didn't think about it very much, but then, at the end of week three, the girl I had asked about the room came running into the common room where most of us were gathered and said that she needed the key to the privacy room. I asked them why they didn't just leave the key in the privacy room itself, and they said that it was so that people would know that the room was used before trying to open the door and thus interrupting the couple doing it inside. Again, very well thought through. So the girl left the common room again, but before that she turned to us and said that we were free to do what we liked. Again, this was something I didn't understand. The girl left and a minute later we heard the door of the privacy room slam shut. Immediately, everybody got up and went to one of the other girls rooms which was adjacent to the privacy room. There, everybody just continued doing what they were doing before. Ten minutes in, the girl next door started to moan, louder and louder. So it turns out those people were a little more sexual than I first thought, listening to each other having sex. After a while we heard her climaxing and then for a while nothing seemed to happen. Then we heard the door open again and footsteps passing our room. A moment later the girl came in, still naked, her face covered in cum. She pointed at something and one of guys produced a camera and took a photo of her. Then everybody gave her a round of applause, she bowed, and then left to take a shower. Her guy apparently left immediately. One of the guys, who studied something with photography, had the equipment to process photos, so he developed the picture of the girl immediately. When he was finished, they showed me a book in the common room that was full of photos like the one they now added. Lots of current and former inhabitants right after sex, either alone or with their partner still by their side. Every girl who ever lived there had a shot of her body covered in cum in the book. It was engrossing and it made me horny. But that wasn't everything. They also showed me a drawer full of video tapes that they had made of various couples having sex. They showed me one recording of the girl who would later become my best friend and one of the guys living there. When I asked, they answered that most of the inhabitants had indeed had sex with each other. Of course they didn't need to do it in the private room and they added that they didn't even need to do it in their respective rooms. If the resident of one particular room was fine with it, they would do it right there. That was too much for me and I told them I didn't believe it. They laughed and that was it for the night.
The next day, I actually had to study, so I was in my room, when the girl from the room next to mine and one of the guys came in. They said they wanted to take my mind of learning, and when I said that I really needed to study they didn't leave. I did my best to ignore them and it worked fine. Then, some time later, they asked if it were okay if the did it on my couch. I mistook it as a joke, a reference to the day before, and without paying any attention to them, I said yes. Couple of minutes later, I turned around and why, yes, they were actually fucking on my couch. I didn't know what to do, so I just continued ignoring them and concentrated on my learning. When they were done, they both placed a kiss on my cheek and off they went. So it turns out that wasn't a lie.

So that week was when things started to get interesting. I'll be glad to post some more if you like.

[acthung]

Keep posting!!!

[Emfreak]

Okay then, let's continue.

I mentioned the "girl who would later become my best friend". Here's how that happened: I was talking to the girl in the room next to me about how strange this all was, people dealing with sex so openly. I also told her that I was glad that they eased me into all of this stuff. She told me that it was okay to find their way of living strange at that I didn't have to participate if I didn't want to. I answered that that was not what I'd meant at all and she just smiled and told me to go visit a girl named Claire, one of the residents. I didn't know why I should do that, but did it without any further questions - at that point, I figured I'd just let the things take their course. When I knocked on her door, the girl who wiggled her tits in my face at the party opened, the one I saw on the sex tape. I hadn't talked to her much before, but she greeted me with a friendly hug and a kiss. Not a peck on my cheek as I'd received before, but a proper kiss. After our lips were unlocked again, she told me to come in and take a seat. I sat down and the girl went through her stuff. Then she told me to undress. By that time, I still wasn't one of those who stayed naked all day, but I also wasn't a prude anymore. So I took off all my clothes and threw them on the floor. Claire was already nude - there was almost no occasion on which she wasn't nude, but more on that later. So there we stood, naked, and Claire told me to get wet. Just like that. It wasn't a request, it was a command. And boy, did it work. Since this was still kind of new to me, being nude around other people still made me horny a lot, especially since I had just found out that this dorm was all about sex. When she noticed that I "obeyed" her, she went to a huge closet and opened the doors. It was full of sex toys. Every toy in the book had to be in that closet. I asked her how she could afford all of these and she said that under normal circumstances she couldn't, but that she was working for a sex shop. At first she tried to tell me that employees got employee discounts, but she immediately confessed that she stole all of them. The bit about working in the shop was true, however. She then handed me a big dildo and told me to go to town on it. I was uncertain about that, but she said that it was crucial for me to pleasure myself and that she would grant me some privacy. She turned around and sat at her desk and did something else while listening to a Walkman. Meanwhile, I was sitting on her couch with a dildo in my hands, not certain how to proceed. I had pleasured myself before, of course, but never when someone else was in the room. So slowly, I began to stick the dildo up my pussy, sliding it up and down. Then I found myself thinking 'This is bullshit' and I stood up, walked up to Claire and tapped her on the shoulder. I told her that I needed her to watch me or else it wouldn't count. So she watched me masturbating for her. When I came, my whole body shivered and then it was over. I looked at her funny and she came over to me, took the toy and licked it clean. Then she masturbated with it and asked me to look. During, her body moved in erotic ways I'd never seen before. When she was finished, we went to the showers and cleaned ourselves. In there, she told me that every newcomer had to pass the dildo test. However, all of them had taken the toy to their own room and pushed a table in front of the door to have a little privacy. I had been the first girl ever to actually do it in front of her. She said that it would be the stepping stone for a long and healthy friendship.
The rest of that day went by uneventfully, but when I fell asleep, I was happy.

The next story will take place immediately the morning after; ask and you shall receive.

[dad1]

I'd like to officially ask that you continue with the next chapter of textual intercourse

[hamlet]

Originally Posted by dad1

I'd like to officially ask that you continue with the next chapter of textual intercourse

Lol...+1

[acthung]

Please continue.

[lebenengel]

Originally Posted by Emfreak

The next story will take place immediately the morning after; ask and you shall receive.

I, this lowly horny person, am humbly asking for the continuation of the story.

[Surfer549]

Yes, please continue. This is a great story.